Callimachus, Aetia (fragments)
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F85.1
§ F85.1... returning from there again 5 you came leading wagon-mules as a gift; and when the demos—always choking (with envy) of the rich— said that you recieved them through deals against your country, they all secretly cast an evil vote. And your bronze statue which the town of Locris itself set up........
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F85.12
§ F85.12 many things hateful to the blessed ones for that reason a harsh (?) was sent to them by that one they call Epopsios, who is unable to 15 view sinners with a cheerful eye...
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F97
§ F97 the earth held me as the Pelasgian wall of the Tyrrhenians...
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F97
§ F97 F100 not yet Scelmis' well-polished work, but in accordance with ancient custom you were lumber, uncarved by chisels; for thus they set up (statues) of the gods then; for even Danaos set up a simple statue of Athena in Lindos
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§ F97 F101 a vine creeps around Samian Hera's hair
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§ F97 F102 You ruled over Ephesus, Pasicles, but after a feast
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F97
§ F97 F103 O hero at the stern, since the tablet sings this
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F110
§ F110 Lock of Berenice Observing every dividing line in the (star) charts where move...
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F110.7
§ F110.7 Conon saw me also in the sky, me, Berenice's lock of hair which she dedicated to all the gods.....
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F110.14
§ F110.14 a token of the contest at night... 40 I swore by your head and your life.....
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F110.44
§ F110.44... the shining descendant of Theia carried over, the obelisk of Arsinoe, your mother, and the deadly ships of the Medes sailed through the middle of Mt. Athos. What can we locks do, when such mountains yield to iron? May the race of the Chalybes die, who first brought it to light, bringing forth from the earth an evil growth,
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F110.50
§ F110.50 and showed the work of hammers. My sister locks longed for me just newly cut, and right away the brother of Memnon, the Ethiopian, the gentle wind, was hastening, circling his swift wings, the Locrian horse of purple-girdled Arsinoe,
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F110.55
§ F110.55... me with his breath, through the moist air placed me in the lap of Cypris, Zephyritis herself had sent him forth... inhabitant the Canopean shore in order that not only... of the Minoan bride...
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F110.60
§ F110.60... for men, counted among the many stars, but I also would shine(?) the fair lock of Berenice, Cypris led(?) me, washed in the water(?), to the immortals and placed(?) me as a new star among the ancient ones......
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F110.75
§ F110.75 These things do not bring me so much delight, as much as I am grieved that I will no longer touch that head, from which, when she was still a young girl, I drank many simple (oils), but I did not enjoy the sweet oils of womanhood.
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F112.1
§ F112.1... when my Muse... and of the Graces and the nurse (?) of my mistress... you not falsely?... in all things good and in all things accomplished spoke of...
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F112.5
§ F112.5 to whom, while tending his many sheep, the Muses told stories near the footprint of the fiery horse. Fare well, and return with greater prosperity; And hail greatly to you too, Zeus, and may you preserve the whole house of our masters. But I shall go on to the pedestrian pasture of the Muses.
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F178.1
§ F178.1 He did not miss the day of the opening of the jars, nor thε day when the pitchers of Orestes bring a happy day for slaves; and while celebrating the yearly festival of the child of Ikarios — your day, Erigone, who are most pitiable to Attic women—
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F178.5
§ F178.5 he invited congenial friends to the feast, and among them now a new person, who was lately staying in Egypt, having come on some personal business. He was by birth an Ician, and with him I shared a couch— not by pre-arrangement: rather the Homeric proverb
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F178.10
§ F178.10 is not false, that the god always leads like to like. For he too hated to drink unmixed wine with his mouth wide open in large Thracian gulps, but enjoyed the small cup. To him I said these things, as the beaker was going around for a third time, when I had learned his name and birth:
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F178.15
§ F178.15 “This saying is indeed very true that wine needs its share not just of water, but also of conversation. That is something not brought around in ladles, and you won't ask for it by looking at the stern brows of the cupbearers, at a time when the freeman fawns on the slave—
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F178.20
§ F178.20 so let us throw some into the harsh drink like a drug, Theogenes: there are things that my heart longs to hear from you. Tell me all, in response to my questions. Why is it the custom of your country to worship Peleus, the king of the Myrmidons? How much does Icus have in common with Thessaly?
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F178.25
§ F178.25 On account of what... holding an onion... the descent(?) of the hero........
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F178.30
§ F178.30 hold ears at the ready for those who want to tell a story I myself having said these things...” “Thrice-blessed one, truly you are blessed as few are if you lead a life ignorant of seafaring; but my life is more at home in the waves than that of a seagull...”
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F186.8
§ F186.8... the sons of the Hyperboreans send them away from the Rhipaean mountain, where rich 10 sacrifices of asses most please Phoebus; of the Greeks, the Pelasgian... first received them from the Arimaspean conveyance
- urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0533.tlg006:F190a
§ F190a TEUTHIS... instead of ploughing; (like) Glaucus the Lycian, when he stupidly (was persuaded) to take (armor) worth nine oxen in exchange for (armor) worth a hundred oxen...... (don't use) a forked digging tοol, an axe...... (which) bites (the earth) with both mouths... so you would work as a woodcutter instead of a digger, because the soil of that country is rough; you could neither throw seed in it nor (plant) a vine cutting the two gifts of the Methymnaean, the one born in secret; the soil (would yield) no other produce but wild oaks, the primitive food of the Azanes Once upon a time the ruler of this country ( Teuthis )... the Argives 13... and starting a quarrel with the sons of Atreus he stirred up a big fight...... but you, child of Zeus, stood...
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